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Two things

…I’m doing tonight. One: the essay I’ve so procrastinated on–its almost done, I have almost 11 pages of garbage to sort through. It’s due tomorrow. Two: surfing here and looking for a Russian poet–Svetlana something or other– mentioned by Patrick Friesen the other night at a reading. His poem about her death still holds me.

I swear if no one ever kicks me in the nuts I am never going to learn:

Why don’t we forget that the paper was late? I won’t take off late marks, and I hope that you feel better soon. Best, M.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

In any case, my paper went okay. Unfortunately, my thesis was not that solid. Trying to nail down time/narration… just don’t think I quite got it. My examples were solid I think. Probably could have used one more story, but I was very sleepy. I feel like I let down Grace and Faith though and I don’t know that I am okay with that. Well, I am because I handed in the paper…

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“Take warning from all those times when on meeting again, we feel ashamed because we realize we had accepted the false simplification which absence permits, its obliteration of all those characteristics which, when we meet face to face, force themselves upon even the blindest. Where human beings are concerned, the statement ‘nothing is true’ is true—at a distance—and the converse is also true—at the moment of confrontation” --Dag Hammarskjold.